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Kids playing
Screams, and fun echos around
And kids showing off their light-up shoes
Kids learning ABC's
And the 123's
And showing off their light-up shoes
Kids playing with blocks
And fumbling with socks
While showing off their light-up shoes
Kids learn to share
And learn to play fair
While showing off their light-up shoes
Kids learn to be quiet
And raise their tiny hands
As they silently show off their light-up shoes
Kids know where to hide
When a stranger is nearby
As they silently show off their light-up shoes
The speakers come on
As screams of terror echo around
While kids look around at each others light-up shoes
The kids hide
As someone bursts through the door
And when all the shoes begin to light up
It doesn't seem so fun anymore
One by one
The kids go down
Echoed crying is heard about
And all they were doing, is showing off their light-up shoes
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PoetryThis is something I wanted to do for a while. Huge Trigger Warnings for people sensitive to super depressive topics. DISCLAIMER #1: I am in no way shape or form, $u!c!dal, but don't you ever just want to give up on life? Like, not die, but give up...
